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— H O O R —

When the maids arrived, informing us that dinner was ready, I finally palmed my stomach and sighed in bliss because I was hungry. After the morning I just got to eat. Although Rayma did offer me food in the middle of work, at that time I denied it because I was busy.

Do not consider me ungrateful here. I respect food, but due to my old habit, sometimes I do not ask for a moment's rest in between work.

And seeing the food served right in front of me, I got emotional, to be honest. I wanted to attack the plate but I do not have such a habit. I was better with the manners taught by my father.

We prayed and then started eating. Zahir was sitting beside me, doing something on his mobile. A tight and bitter frown was on his handsome face. His jaw was twitched and his eyebrow was arched. The end of it was adorned by a mole which I noticed just now while my spoon was filled with food.

Rayma seemed to notice it as she cleared her throat, gaining my attention. When I looked at